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Radhica Kumar Apr 2020
Fif-ty-steps, it only takes three syllables for me to see you.
Breath, it only takes three muffled breaths to prepare myself as I look at you.
Beats, it only takes three fast beats for me to know how much I longed for you.
Three years, that it took me to realize what I feel for you.
I-don’t-know
I-don’t-know
But it only takes three words for me to say I-like-you.
written in the year of 2017
Radhica Kumar Apr 2020
I don’t know if I should.. I don’t know what is..
But when I close my eyes, I see you.
I see you like your my own masterpiece that I can remember every single detail of you.
The softness and lightness of your hands,
That weirdly adorable mole in your forehead,
Those nut brown eyes of yours, the way it scans the place back and forth in an odd kind of way,
The pinkness of your lips that oozes of its moistness  
I close my eyes and I see you.
I see you and I don’t know if I should continue.
I don’t know if I should but I want to paint you, so I could brush off all your burdens.
I don’t know if I should but I want to stitch you, so I could put back to pieces all love that you’ve lost.  
I don’t know if I should but I want to mold you, so I could shape and strengthen up the person that I think you must be.
I don’t know if I should be.. I don’t know what this is..
But when I close my eyes, I feel you.
I feel you like you’re my own bed that once I’m laid onto I’ll be vulnerable.  
I feel you.  
I feel you here, right on my mind and in my heart.
Written in the year of 2017
Radhica Kumar Jun 2019
What does being broken mean?
What does being lost mean?

She woke up to moments of unsubdued
She woke up clueless as to what she ought to do.

She walked outside but regrets became obvious.
She walked outside unsure of one's purpose.

She kept listening to bottomless music.
She kept dancing to relentless music.

No amount of books can protect her from what she feels.
No amount of films can conceal the pain for her heal.

She is broken.
She is lost.

She kept it all.

Kept it, and found nothing but cold under the sun.
Kept it, and found pain during rain.
Kept it, and found loneliness under the moon rays.
Kept it, and found no constellation to the twinkling of the stars.

She was broken.
She was lost.

She kept it.

She prayed for peace and had it.

She wakes up to moments of deep breaths.
She wakes up to pursue purpose.

She walks thorougly for she was indeed uncrippled.
She walks unswervingly for she was blind no more.

She listens as profoundess is found in the songs that her soul sings.
She dances to the beat of her finally, unwavering heart.

Such amount books gave new chapters of life filled with twists and things she didn't thought she'd look forward to,
Such amount of films opened hope in the way her eyes was filled with spark and curiosity,

At last, her strings gave in to ease
She knew she always had Him.
Hence, the warmth of the sun filled her back with support.
Hence, the unending pour of rain to her hands and arms as she extends it remind her that Someone's got her and she'll not be the fallen, not anymore.
Hence, moonlight reminded her of her faith and optimism to life.
The stars, o the night's brightest of the most brightest one's appear a memoir of her infinite thoughts gave her beauty and enchanting passion to all things that she does.

Slowly, looking up at the sky.
She squints her eyes as wrinkles at the sides of her face show up.
She feels all at once.

And there she was finally free.
Radhica Kumar Apr 2020
Surely you won’t know this but I remember you in the smallest things.
I remember those eyes of yours by the silhouette rays of the sun outside.
I remember your oddness by the tapping feet of a friend beside.
I remember your silly jokes by the quirky laugh of the class.
I remember you wearing your glasses by the blurring faces of those wearing the same item.
I remember that child-like face of yours whenever I’d see the cutest kids in the streets.
And in those streets I’d imagine us walking together.
Hand in hand,
Your smile to mine,
As the wind comes we’d move closer as if we wouldn’t want to let go of each other.
Surely you won’t know this but it always creeps in, such thoughts of you.
Written in the year of 2017

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